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Deliverance	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Deliverance
- 2-Elizabeth
- 3-will
- 4-Sand
- 5-Pearl
- 6-Journey
- 7-Cave
- 8-Ritual
- 9-Calypso
- 10-Return
- 11-Awake
- 12-Asleep
- 13-Reunion
- 14-Avoidance
- 15-Cabin
- 16-Jones
- 17-Tattoo
- 18-Irrevocable
- 12
- 13
- 14
Reunion

Jack�s wounds continued to heal at a surprising rate of speed, and by the third day after his rescue the skin on his shoulder and leg showed only another thin white scar each to account for his adventure with the Kraken. Everyone but Barbossa was overjoyed by the rapidity of his recovery, and Barbossa�s lack of pleasure in the fact did not stem solely from the fact that a recovered Jack meant a Jack who was constantly underfoot. Whilst the others were congratulating their Captain on his healing abilities, Barbossa was wondering why.
The bite on his shoulder had definitely been infected - possibly gangrenous - and should by all accounts have necessitated an amputation. For the poison to have disappeared literally overnight struck Barbossa as extremely suspicious. And was he the only person on board who had noticed that Jack and Miss Turner were physically unable to be awake at the same time? Well, he could see the lass was positively grinding her teeth every time she woke to find Jack once again unconscious, and he was definitely the last person Jack would ever confide anything to; but he wondered did either of them think it unnatural? As soon as the slumbering one showed the slightest sign of stirring, and overwhelming, debilitating fatigue overtook the other, and within very few moments they were lost to Morpheus.
Barbossa didn�t like it. He could not explain it except by deeming it to be magical in origin, which led him to suspect that Tia Dalma had withheld more than a few things from all of them. He was also bothered by the tattoo inked by the witch, that Elizabeth had shown to only him. Hector Barbossa did not believe in coincidences, and there were far too many abnormalities surrounding the expediency of Jack Sparrow�s recovery for him to feel comfortable. He was taking the Black Pearl and her shadow, the Dragonfly back to Tia�s swamp for some explanations, and be damned to anyone who tried to change their course.
Jack had spent several hours at the wheel himself by the third day after his rescue, and had raised no objections to keeping on the heading Barbossa had set; another fact which made him believe that the younger man was equally suspicious of the singularity of the circumstances.
Neither Jack nor Elizabeth mentioned their observations to Barbossa, and he was amused to note that whilst the young lass became increasingly frustrated that she had so far been unable to speak to Jack - no doubt the urgency of her need to be forgiven was consuming her - Jack himself seemed to be relishing the fact that their unusual slumber patterns were keeping them apart. This was something else that Barbossa did not understand; Sparrow�s eyes had been darting all over the ship the day he first woke, looking for her; yet now he seemed content to simply wait patiently for their reunion? Of course, now he knew definitively that she was on board, for Gibbs had ultimately been unable to resist weaving one of his fanciful tales about the ritual and who had performed it. Bootstrap�s boy had looked as though he were sucking on a lemon as he listened to Gibbs embellish and exaggerate the story for his captivated audience. However, Jack had said very little at the conclusion of the tale, merely remarking that such undertakings were very tiring and smiling that odd little smirk which Will clearly found very unnerving.
And on the fourth day after his rescue, Jack was standing on the main deck, watching critically as two of the native sailors climbed up the rigging to tie down a loose rope, when the hatch opened and Elizabeth stepped out followed closely by Will. Barbossa, who had been passing behind Jack on his way to take the wheel from Cotton, stopped dead in his tracks and commented in a carrying voice; �Well, well, Miss Turner! Up and about at last. I was beginning to wonder how long this sleeping sickness would last?�
In the periphery of his vision he was aware of Sparrow stiffening up at his words, but knew that his own bulk blocked from Turner and the girl that finally they were both cognizant together. Elizabeth sighed.
�Yes, Barbossa, it�s my turn to walk the decks. I don�t suppose there�s anything to report yet?� She greeted him with resignation; the whole not being able to throw herself on Jack�s mercy was beginning to wear her down. She knew rest was the best thing for him to heal, but amongst the many plans she had made on how to appeal for his forgiveness, she had never developed a strategy for recovering Jack and still being unable to apologise for her actions.
Gibbs was so overjoyed at Jack�s rate of recovery that it only served to emphasize how she was the only person on board who was unable to share in this miracle. The couple of occasions she had managed to escape from her watchdog and slip into his cabin to watch over the sleeping Captain, had proven him to look much improved; unfortunately it was becoming more and more difficult to find a moment free of her fiancé. He helped her down to her hammock as soon as the first signs of exhaustion overtook her, and he seemed to have some sixth sense which told him when she was on the verge of waking up - he was always there when her eyes fluttered open, offering her his arm to steady her descent from the hammock. Since a great deal of her melancholy during the voyage to World�s End had been alleviated by their rescue - frustrating though it was turning out to be - of Jack, she felt returning twinges of guilt about her coolness to Will previously, and could not find it in herself to send him away.
He moved beside her now and slipped an arm around her waist, raising an eyebrow at Barbossa. �Yes, what news?� He asked smugly.
Barbossa relished the moment; he had all three of them poised on the edge of revelation; Jack behind him, no doubt sifting through a selection of possible reactions to give - Will in front of him, quite sure that Jack had collapsed back to bed as Elizabeth awoke, and the lass herself - hopeful but resigned. �Well, now that you mention it Miss Turner, seems that Jack has finally had enough sleep also, isn�t that right, Jack?� He asked, stepping out of the way so that Will and Elizabeth could see their Captain poised against the railing, wearing one of his vast repertoire of injured expressions.
�Jack!� Elizabeth gasped, finding herself oddly unprepared for this confrontation in spite of how much she had been chafing at its lack, previously. Her first impulse was to throw herself at him and weep all over him, but Will�s tightening grip around her waist prevented that option, a circumstance which she was painfully grateful for moments later when Jack�s pained expression rearranged itself into his customary ambiguous mask, and he flashed a gold-filled smile in her direction.
�Elizabeth,� he greeted brightly, and to her ears, insincerely. �Here we are all together again - with the noted addition of our dearly not-so-departed former crew member -� he waved a be-ringed hand in a sweeping gesture encompassing Barbossa. �What would the King�s Navy have to say if they knew just how hard it was to make a pirate stay dead, eh?�
Elizabeth took an involuntary step back towards Will; she had obviously tried to prepare herself for the eventuality that Jack might be bitter and resentful of her actions, but even though she had repeatedly warned herself of the possibility, it still hurt far more than she had anticipated. Consequently, she entirely missed the tightening of Jack�s face and the faint flicker of something in his eyes at her retreat, and it was far too quickly masked under another layer of his extravagant camouflage for her to catch when she ventured another glance at him.
Will noticed, however, and felt a wash of satisfaction. Ever since Gibbs had regaled them with his version of the ritual Elizabeth performed, Will had been subtly attempting to paint a picture of the future he intended to enjoy with Elizabeth once this voyage and the retrieval of his father were behind them. Truthfully, Jack had given no indication of his intentions, but Will thought it politic to lay as much groundwork as possible before this extremely fortuitous sleeping pattern Jack and Elizabeth had entered into was done with. It seemed that whilst Jack had not set much credence by Will�s words, that simple action by Elizabeth of sinking back to him for comfort had achieved everything his insinuations had not.
Now that Will had chosen his rationalization of the��deed which he�d inadvertently witnessed between Jack and Elizabeth, he was ruthlessly ignoring other possible interpretations of their actions. For Will now, the only variable he would admit to was Jack�s response to Elizabeth�s betrayal; she had chained him to his ship and left him to be taken by the Kraken. Surely there was no room for Jack to be imagining her attention to be anything other than a distraction undertaken solely to manufacture herself the opportunity to act on her decision?
But deep down, there was that niggling doubt which could not be repressed no matter how much he assured himself to the contrary. He had watched his fiancée kiss Jack Sparrow, he knew by her own admission that she had restrained then abandoned him, but those were impartial facts; the words that had passed between them, the emotions they had shared in those final private, unobserved moments of farewell - these he did not know. What could have taken place in that couple of minutes they were out of his sight, to make her decision cause such pain and grief after she had carried out the deed? Will felt as if he was balancing on the edge of a precipice, and the slightest wrong step could tip him over into the abyss below; in spite of his determined rationalizing, he was scared.
His fiancée had kissed the pirate, and although Will fought desperately to ignore the notion, it accosted him time and again if he let his guard slip; and he was barraged with heartbreaking images of his Elizabeth�s soft, virginal lips being ravaged by the worldly, knowledgeable mouth of the most notorious pirate in the Spanish Main; of her delicious, inexperienced tongue being sucked into a mouth full of gold and silver, as the world around them fell away and she clung tighter and closer to his scarred and dissolute body. Jack Sparrow did not deserve her; he was too old, too experienced, too cynical and a criminal to boot - she was meant to be Will�s - never mind that she�d not once kissed him with a fraction of the passion that she had Jack Sparrow; a heat and desperation Will could see clearly in the mere seconds he had been granted to observe them, despite the length of deck and Gibbs� leg hindering his vision.
Barbossa smiled insincerely and deflated the rising tension between the trio with a deep sigh. �As much as I am enjoying this touching reunion between we merry band of buggered, I do have to take my turn at the wheel, so I must regretfully bid you all farewell.� He stepped forward and deliberately lifted a somewhat startled Elizabeth�s left hand to his lips, bestowing an overtly extravagant kiss to her knuckles. �My congratulations to you, Miss Turner,� he said, � and the best of luck to both of you,� he added slyly, his gaze swinging to include Will.

Despicable wretch, Elizabeth thought as she snatched her hand away from Barbossa, glaring at the amusement in his eyes. What did he think he would achieve with that ambiguous sentence? She wasn�t sure if Barbossa�s intention was to undermine her, by implying that Jack would never forgive her, or to insinuate to Will that he would be discarded like an old shoe now that Jack had returned.
The third alternative - that it was Jack whom Barbossa was attempting to manipulate, simply never occurred to her at all. Unfortunately, it didn�t occur to Jack either. He was quite aware that Barbossa�s comment had been aimed at him, but didn�t consider there to be any subterfuge attending to it, as this was not so much Barbossa�s style as his own. Hector Barbossa was direct and forthright; he had neither the imagination nor the inclination to weave intricate schemes intended for the befuddlement of others. Barbossa wanted Jack to be aware of something and he was currently engaged in deciphering what, exactly; running the recent conversation through his mind, trying to decide precisely what Barbossa was saying, he suddenly and shockingly came up with an answer, and maybe - just maybe - had he not spent the past four days since his revival oblivious to most everything except his own vacillating intentions for the treacherous Miss Swann, he might have been able to objectively examine his conclusion and realise quite how ridiculous it was, and how flimsy was the evidence upon which he had drawn it.
But of course, he was recently deceased and even more recently subject to extreme magical influence, so - as he would attest vehemently for the rest of his life - it was not really surprising that the normally astute Captain had fallen so readily into the metaphoric snare Barbossa had laid for him.
Stiffening his spine and ferociously suppressing his shock and�.yes - hurt, he raised another of his myriad barriers between himself and the young couple, and agreed benevolently with Barbossa�s parting comment. �Indeed, dearie - let�s spread congratulations all round. To me, for being back; to you for a job well done - twice! To dear William for his first act of true piracy - Silver and Gold eh, mate?� He added with an exaggerated wink at Will.
Elizabeth frowned and stepped warily away from Will. �Jack, what are you talking about?� She asked, moving dangerously close to him. �I have to talk to you. I need to explain -�
�No need, love - no need at all!� Jack interrupted quickly. �No permanent harm done, after all. Here I am, good as new - and apparently free of Jones� debt, to boot. So, no point in regrets, and as for the other - well, no explanations needed there either. I�m sure I can work that out for myself, too. You did set it out in rather specific terms, after all -�
�Jack!� Elizabeth snarled in obvious frustration. �Will you stop rambling on and let me speak -�
�No, love - I think we�ve said quite enough for now.� Jack interrupted flatly, all traces of his usual bonhomie and insouciance absent from his voice, and Elizabeth�s words froze on her tongue. She stared into his face, and couldn�t remember his expressive eyes and devilish smile ever looking so grim before, except perhaps for that moment in the cave on the Isla De Muerta when Barbossa leveled his pistol at her as she picked her way across the rocks to the chest, and Jack shot him in the heart. He really was serious; he did not want to hear anything she had to say to him. Instinctively she turned to Will for help, but he looked as confused as she felt, and when she turned back to appeal to Jack, it was to find his back to her as he retreated across the deck. She took a step after him, but Will caught her arm and shook his head.
�Not yet,� he advised seriously. �Give him time. I�m sure he�ll listen to you when he�s ready.�
Elizabeth stared after Jack�s retreating form. �I need to apologise Will,� she said sadly. �I told him while he was sleeping, but I want him to know how wrong I was.� Although Will was not unhappy at the way their first encounter had gone, he cared enough about Elizabeth�s feelings to appreciate her desire to apologise as a totally separate issue from her other possible feelings for the pirate.
Elizabeth knew that only Barbossa and Will had knowledge of how she had contributed to Jack�s demise, but so far they had kept their own counsel and the rest of Jack�s crew were unenlightened as to her crime. She was not naïve enough to imagine this state of affairs could last perpetually, but she hoped to have the comfort of knowing at least that Jack had accepted her repentance and absolved her of his censure, before she had to walk in the face of the inevitable disappointment and condemnation which would follow that discovery.
�We�ll be at sea for a while longer,� Will was saying now. �He�ll be ready to talk to you before we reach land, I�m sure. And if not - it�s a small ship. I�ll help you find him, and make sure he listens.� An excellent idea from Will�s perspective, but not so much from Elizabeth�s, as she considered his words. She needed privacy to say what was required to Jack, not an audience comprised of her somewhat-fiancé. Certainly not, if after expressing her profound and heart-rending regret at sending him to his death, she wanted to address the other issue, of what she had done to put him in that position - and how he felt about it, and whether they could perhaps repeat it - continuously - until she could convince herself that it hadn�t been as glorious as she remembered.
Elizabeth drifted, lost in her memories of Jack�s mouth against her own. It was happening more and more often now that he was back amongst them. The infrequent moments she had stolen to sit by his bedside, had been filled with allowing her fingertips to ghost over the backs of his hands, to touch his skin whilst he was unable to protest, and instead of alleviating her need, it only served to make it stronger. Although the hollow emptiness that accompanied their voyage to World�s End had been banished by Jack�s safe return, the return of feeling only emphasized how different it was to when she touched Will.
She turned back to her fiancé and looked at his mouth. She had felt it against her own many times in between the adventure at Isla De Muerta and Cutler Beckett�s appearance in Port Royal several months later. She had always considered him to be a skilled and passionate man, and really nothing had changed in that regard; nothing except Elizabeth herself. It was evident that Will had sexual experience and knowledge gained prior to his commitment to her - experience that with her sheltered upbringing, she did not share.
But Elizabeth had ears, and she had always been one to use any means at her disposal to learn what others may not have wanted her to know. Many of her father�s maids, and Estrella�s sister Rebecca in particular, nursed a fancy for William Turner; Elizabeth had heard Becca on more than one occasion, when she found herself concealed by some convenient hedge or wall on the mansion grounds, to complain jealously about Elizabeth�s ability to attract his attention when he seemed unwilling to give it to any of the more appreciative girls of the town.
At the time, Elizabeth hadn�t particularly regarded Will in a romantic way - that had come later, after her father curtailed her visits to the forge and by so doing achieved the opposite effect than he had intended. Governor Swann denied them contact as if he feared there was a particular attachment already in place and which he wanted severed; whereas Elizabeth had mostly thought of Will as a beloved elder brother and best friend up until that point, her father�s actions presented him in a very different light to the young woman. She had listened for years to the other girls sigh over his handsome appearance, his kind heart and loyal manner - and now she began to notice these things for herself. And although she tried not to be vain, she couldn�t help thinking that Will was looking at her in a new manner lately, too.
Of course, Will was annoyingly aware of the disparity of their stations in life, and given her father�s new fascist regime regarding her personal liberty, it had become almost impossible to encounter the man she now thought she might be developing feelings for, since he seemed to be aiding and abetting Governor Swann in every adherence to the rules of propriety. Elizabeth was restricted to chance meetings in the public places of Port Royal, and her frustration at all the obstacles thrown in their path only served to convince her that her affection for Will was growing deeper, and that they were fated to be some kind of tragic lovers worthy of Shakespeare.
Then, she had fallen from the ramparts and been rescued from a watery grave by a fictionalized idol, been taken by Barbossa, and had her perception of the world turned on its end.
In predictable headstrong fashion, Will rushed to rescue her with very little forethought or planning save the inspired idea to bring Jack along - and this selfless act occurring immediately after her previous idol, the pirate Captain she avidly read so much about, had saved her then ruthlessly bartered her for his own sorry hide, conveniently enhanced Will�s romantic appeal to previously unimaginable proportions.
Although Jack�s rescue of her from the waters of the bay had been more direct and unequivocal than the events which followed, her disillusionment in his subsequent behaviour (which was far out of proportion to the act, as it tarnished an impossibly romantic image of chivalry and charming thievery that existed more in Elizabeth�s mind, than in the chronicles about Jack�s piratical escapades) all but blinded her to the fact that in spite of Will�s recklessness and James� stubbornness, Jack was still instrumental in the satisfactory conclusion of the events at Isla De Muerta, and Will would have faltered at the first obstacle without him.
Ultimately, what girl could truly say that such romantic behaviour wouldn�t affect their emotions in some way? Elizabeth may have been more practical and capable than most gently reared young ladies of her generation, but she was still a relatively young and impressionable girl. Will had appeared to be the epitome of dashing heroism; Elizabeth was fiercely proud of his efforts, in spite of her own ability to take care of herself, and the pleasant inner glow brought about by his race to save her had not worn off even when faced by the criminal travesty that was intended to be Jack Sparrow�s execution.
Ironically, the very first incidence which should have alerted her that all was not as it ought to be romantically between her and Will, had occurred almost simultaneously with her very public declaration of her choice before her father and the majority of Port Royal society.
Jack, being himself, had obviously seen an opportunity to divert attention away from him and onto the scandal of her defection from James. He had whispered from behind her of his regrets that their relationship was doomed, had called her darling for the first time as his words stirred the wispy hairs on the exposed nape of her neck, while he expressed what she had taken at the time to be fallacious remorse, mostly for effect and to embellish the legend.
But Elizabeth had shivered at his proximity, and felt the first stirrings of a sexual nature in her life. Her - to date - physical reactions to Will had mostly consisted of a happy glow in the region of her heart, and the outbreak of a smile on her face. She had never experienced any response which settled exclusively in areas which properly reared young ladies were taught never to mention or think about. Elizabeth had never really been a proper young lady, but she had never felt anything remotely approaching the sudden flare of heat between her legs which accompanied Jack�s low voice and hot breath on her skin, and caused her to press her thighs together tightly beneath the concealment of her elaborate gown, hoping for some relief of the sudden ache there; her nipples stiffened against the starched fabric of her bodice - sensations she had only heard whisper of when no one knew she was listening, and never experienced for herself until this moment.
And she had told herself it was finally being so close to Will which caused this; pressing his arm against her side, close to her breasts - but it was an illusion as elusive as mist, which, try as she might to recapture during the following months, she found herself unable to - not until she stood on the docks in Tortuga dressed as a boy and face to face with Jack Sparrow once again as he insinuated that he wanted to see her naked in his cabin. At that point the tingles and debilitating heat returned with a vengeance; Elizabeth had been beyond grateful for the presence of a drunken, stinky James Norrington complete with caustic comments and blatant derision to distract both Jack and herself, or she might have done something irretrievably foolish right then and there.
Elizabeth tried very hard from the moment she boarded the Black Pearl to focus her mind solely on the task of doing whatever was necessary to help Will escape the clutches of Davy Jones, and she preferred to disregard the occasional divergence from course of the evil compass. Despite James� obvious and oft-expressed contempt, she knew that whilst Jack�s methods were convoluted and often obscured by his need to be inscrutable, and submerge himself in whichever character he was portraying at the time, in the long run they generally did produce results. James had only ever been at the wrong end of Jack�s schemes; first losing the Interceptor and then his command and career to the pirate, so it was hardly likely he would ever express admiration for the way Jack got things done. But they did get done.
And so she had accepted Jack�s assurances that retrieving the chest was the only way to rescue Will, without exactly believing his blandishments that it held the power to control Davy Jones, but still sufficiently comfortable that whatever plot within a plot Jack was hatching, it would more than likely - eventually - lead them where they needed to be. It all came down to trust - and as she had told James defensively, (for she could not bear to accept that James could see what she refused to admit) she trusted Jack to ultimately get it right, even if his course might be too mired in ambiguity for a normal person to follow.
Even Will�s words condemning Jack as the one who had sent him to the Flying Dutchman held a kernel of motive within the accusation; by the time Will had found Jack and the Pearl, Jack had already been aware of Bootstrap�s presence in Jones� crew, and Elizabeth was quite sure Jack had never intended to abandon Will to the Dutchman permanently, but had found Jones to be a bit more tricky that he had anticipated. After their first adventure, Jack could have been in no doubt of Will�s feelings for his absent parent, and within his own circular logic had no doubt decided that giving Will an opportunity to reunite with his father was as good reason as any to surrender him temporarily to the Flying Dutchman. Obviously, it would have been infinitely better to state at the outset exactly what his intentions were, but Jack was no longer a man to take others into his confidence, and Elizabeth believed they all owed their current predicament to one Hector Barbossa; without doubt the perpetrator who had made Jack Sparrow into the enigma he was today.
Jack had vanished from sight by now, and Will was awaiting a reply. Elizabeth became uncomfortably aware that he appeared to have misinterpreted her fixed stare at his mouth as a desire to feel it against her own, rather than a launching point for a fantasy about someone else�s.
She was not fast enough to step clear of Will�s reach as she had inadvertently retreated closer to him at Jack�s cool greeting, and Will�s arm now trapped her against him as he took swift advantage of her instinctive protest, leaning quickly down to kiss her before any words could escape from her open mouth. A small grunt of protest bubbled in her throat, but she clamped down her first impulse to leap away from him and object to his actions; they were still engaged despite the fact that it felt more and more wrong to her with every passing day, and she could not publicly humiliate him in that way with most of the crew about on deck, and Jack - luckily - not. He was no doubt below somewhere visiting his precious rum, or off communing with his first and only love.
She bore with fortitude the few catcalls that resulted from Will�s action, easily picking out Pintel�s voice as the instigator, and was pushing Will away when a loud crash and a shout distracted everyone�s attention away from the entertainment they had been providing.
Elizabeth heaved a sigh of relief as Will let her draw away from him. The sad and sorry truth of it was that she was engaged to one man, but she wanted - wanted in every sense and meaning of the word - to be with another. And this was so much worse than when she had pledged herself to James Norrington whilst fancying that she harbored a secret partiality for Will, because unlike James who had been granted only her hand, Will had every right and expectation to her kisses and affection; hadn�t she already broken one man�s heart because of her avowed preference for him? How could she be standing here a scant year later, on the brink of doing to Will what she had once done to James?
She was an awful human being, and obviously Jack knew it. He would never let her get close enough to hurt him as she had James and Will; it seemed that the end of the road had arrived for Miss Elizabeth Swann, and there was to be no pirate Captain waiting there for her, telling her he understood and that she had done right by herself, which was the best a pirate lass could do.
Her melancholy musings were interrupted by Gibbs, who came trotting along the deck from the direction Jack had last been heading. �Ah, Miss Elizabeth, �tis good to see ye both up at the same time!� He greeted happily. �I�m thinking this must be a good omen - we�ll be home in no time -�
�Home?� Elizabeth asked, startled. �Are we heading for Port Royal? We can�t go there - we all have prices on our heads courtesy of the East India Trading Company!�
Gibbs smiled and patted her hand. �No, didn�t mean that so literally, Miss. I figure we�ll soon be back with Miss Tia - get rid of the excess baggage, iffin� ye know what I mean?� He added in an undertone, jerking his head towards Barbossa at the helm, and winking at her and Will.
�We�re going back to Tia Dalma�s?� Elizabeth echoed, feeling alarm pooling uneasily in her stomach. She hadn�t thought to question their destination; for her, it had been enough to have Jack alive and breathing. Nothing else had registered, but now she supposed that someone on board this ship must have had to make a decision about where they were heading.
�Aye,� Gibbs replied easily. �I think �tis the only thing Jack and old Barbossa there haven�t quarreled about since he woke up!� He added with a laugh. �I�m sure you�ll be hoping she can help you in your quest to find your Pa, Will?� Gibbs continued, clearly in an excellent mood, and for once not full of doom and bad portents.
�Well -� Will began modestly, but Elizabeth could see immediately that this was a subject upon which Will had thought long and hard. Good Lord, what had everyone been doing whilst she was daydreaming about Jack Sparrow? It was clearly time she sat up and took notice of what was going on around her!

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If anyone is stressing out about that Will/Elizabeth kiss on the trailer last night, I offer a kiss of my own; written before last night, obviously - but oddly topical, all the same. Let�s hope this is what that Elizabeth is thinking��.
And what wild and foolish conclusion has Jack derived from Barbossa�s scheming?
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